On Bascom Hill, there were the guys and dolls...
On State Street, there were the amblers and ramblers and generally, people of good cheer.
Walking back to my office, I overheard a student say to his buddy – such a gorgeous day! I think I’ll skip class! So maybe there is a downside to it.
Still, it was the kind of day I love to wake up to. From the very first minute, it invokes a smile.
The bird on my balcony, with the wisp of a green leaf in his beak, reminded me of a Beatles song:
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go...
People say that the song is about drugs. So many of the songs from that album (Sgt. Peppers) are thought to be about drugs. But I like the comment of someone on the Internet who seems to have read that Paul explained the lyrics as merely being about the roof of a house in Scotland. There was a leak, and he was fixing it.
I like that explanation. I’ll go with it.
I hummed the song all the way to work in the morning and then again, biking back home along the lake shore path.
